My breathing was slow yet laboured. Through those brown eyes, I looked into her soul. I saw lust. The same lust that I knew was at boiling point wit...in my own body. My own tongue licked around my lips as I felt her hand lift my dress. My eyes widened and glanced in the direction of the barman, but only to check he was still facing the other way.I know that I let out a sigh as her hand cupped my sex and her slender fingers found my wet opening.I know that I closed my eyes and pushed my tongue. She sat bolt upright 2 seconds later and stared around open-mouthed. It was her bedroom at home.“Mom?” she shrieked. She forgot her sore ankle and stumbled in agony jumping out of bed. Grabbing the edge of her desk for support, she looked down. Her ankle had swollen so badly overnight that she failed to discern any underlying bones, tendons, and muscles. “Fuck,” she moaned, frustrated. “Mom? Mom, are you home?”A close approximation of her bedroom at home, it was not the real thing. Rather than. As she approached the door, she took a moment of catch her breath and straighten her hair. She stepped through an open doorway into a waiting room, with an assistant behind a desk, a corridor lined with doors, and several chairs and a couch in the corner of the room. Sitting in one of the chairs was a young man, though from the very brief glimpse she gave him, she couldn’t quite tell his age. He looked to be as old as she was, but he could have older, since unlike the other male students in. I asked how she knew. She told me she had been with him. More shock. Apparently she had heard some girls at the the swim and tennis club we belong to, talking about him. Both had been with him. One had fucked him while the other had only sucked him. She said that he was too big. My friend was intrigued and turned on. Bottom line she seduced him and fucked him a few times. She was very turned on by the fact that he was so young (legal but young). She ended it pretty quickly. She did not want to.